Lucia's father moved closer, his horns casting long shadows under the chandelier's glow.
"I showed you respect, outsider, but you continued to humiliate me."
Asher was not fazed at all.
"Respect?" he repeated, tilting his head slightly. "I must have missed that part. You didn't even introduce yourself and ordered her around."
A few gasps rippled through the nearby tables, where curious onlookers had begun to gather, sensing the tension like a storm about to break.
"This is a family matter, and you have no right to interfere."
"Family matter, huh?" Asher echoed, a casual smile played on his lips. "Well, in that case, I have every right to interfere—because she's my wife,"
Lucia's eyes widened, her face turning red as she struggled to process his bold declaration.
Asher glanced at her, letting out a heavy sigh. 'Can't she tell I'm just lying? '